Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 793:

“No, thank you. I can’t drink anymore,” Rachel declined as politely as she could.

The man scowled. “That’s not fair! Why can you drink with others but not with me? I’m not asking much, just one glass.”

Before Rachel could respond, more glasses were shoved into her hands, one after another, as the men jeered and egged her on. Her vision started to spin, and she began to lose her grip on the situation.

Then, long, elegant fingers emerged through the crowd. “I’ll drink on behalf of Ms. Marsh.”

In her dazed state, Rachel assumed it was Samira. Then, a waiter appeared and ushered her to a separate couch where she could rest.

Needless to say, the men were unwilling to let her go. “Who do you think you are?” they demanded from the newcomer.

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volunteered yourself, don’t blame us for

back at all. But at the same time, they had sorely underestimated this woman’s alcohol tolerance. She turned out to be a force to be reckoned with, able to out-drink just about anyone in

gaze over the room. In her high heels,

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and presence that warned them not to act too boldly. “No,

Have a few more glasses.” The woman poured another drink without batting an eye and handed it to the

his hands in front of him. “No, no, please! I really can’t drink anymore,

you can’t drink that much yourself, then don’t force it on others—especially Ms. Marsh. If I see any of you try to pull this stunt again,

too stunned to question why a mere subordinate would dare to speak to

had put them in their place, the woman turned on her